“Easy,” he warned.
The sensations were overwhelming. When he finally slid in to the hilt, I could have sworn I felt him bump against my cervix. “By the goddess,” I moaned, as he held me in place giving my body time to adjust to his invasion.
My hands gripped the quilt covering the bed as Henry wrapped his arms across my breasts. He pulled me up so that my back was tight against his chest. Finally he began to move. Slowly and deliberately at first, and then stronger and faster.
He filled me up with long, sure strokes that had me shuddering with pleasure. When he reached down and touched that little bundle of nerves, I bit my lip against crying out at the amazing sensations.
I was close...so close to the orgasm of my life. I tried to hold out, and make it last longer but the sensations were too much. When it crashed over me I surrendered to it, and the waves of pleasure rolled over, taking the both of us.
I came back down to earth and discovered that I was sprawled on my belly with my head dangling off the side of the bed. Henry was right next to me, with one hand on my butt, and his whiskers tickling my shoulder.
I gasped when his hand gave my backside a playful smack. “Hey,” I grumbled, twisting my head to glare at him.
“You finally awake?” He grinned at me.
I shook my head and scooted back so I was fully on the mattress. “I am now.” I snuggled closer, and sighed happily.
I indulged myself by running my hands over his naked chest. He allowed it for a while, and to my surprise the man moved down, and with one hard tug, looped my knees over his shoulders. He began kissing the insides of my thighs and I sank my hands in his hair.
“Helping yourself, are you?” I asked giving his tousled curls a yank.
He smirked up at me, his mouth hovering right above my most sensitive area. “Want me to stop?” He flicked his tongue over me, and I bit back a scream.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I said on a breathless laugh.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I’d never had someone make love to me all night long before. It was wonderful. He allowed me a few naps between rounds, but by the time the sun came up, I was feeling very relaxed. I had to keep myself from grinning like a lunatic as I got up, got dressed, and started breakfast.
Eli came home and burst through the door. He started to run straight to me and skidded to a stop when he saw Henry sipping coffee in the kitchen. “Are you and Mama still fighting?” he asked him.
I started to answer, but Henry sent me a look. “No we aren’t,” he said to Eli. “I love your Mama, and I’m sorry you saw us argue yesterday.”
Eli seemed to think that over. “I fight with Margot sometimes. Mama always makes me ‘pologize.”
I held my hand out to Eli. He came and took it. “Eli—”
“Did you ‘pologize to Henry?” he interrupted.
“Yes, I apologized.” I kissed the top of Eli’s head.
“And I apologized too,” Henry said.
Eli tugged on my hand. “You scared him with the rutabaga mom. We’re not supposed to do that.”
“You’re right, I messed up. I’m sorry Eli.”
“Rutabaga?” Henry started to chuckle. “One of y’all want to fill me in on that?”
“It’s a code word for magick,” I explained. “It’s what my father taught us when we were little.”
While I got our breakfast ready, Henry set the table with some assistance from Eli, and I listened, amused, as my four year old brought Henry up to speed on the family rules—as he understood them—regarding magick.
To his credit, Henry listened carefully, and watching them together had my heart aching in the best possible way. The reality of it hit me suddenly and like a ton of bricks. I was in love with Henry Walker. My knees wobbled, but I managed to hold it together.
“So is Henry going to stay with us now?” Eli asked as he finished up his scrambled eggs. “He could sleep in my room.”
“Maybe,” Henry answered before I could. “Or maybe someday you and your Mama will come out and live with me at the farmhouse.”
My breath caught, and the piece of toast I’d been buttering slipped out of my hand and plopped on my plate. “Henry?”
“Well honey, I didn’t have you out at the farmhouse all those times because I needed decorating advice,” Henry said. “For a woman who’s supposed to be a psychic, you sure didn’t get that I was remodeling the place with you and Eli in mind.”
“We’d live at your house?” Eli’s eyes were very large as he stared up at Henry. “Like a family?”
“I sure hope so.” Henry ran his hand over Eli’s bright hair. “I’d be honored if you’d be my family.”
Henry’s words had happy tears rolling down my face, and before I could say anything, Eli was out of his chair and diving in Henry’s lap for an enthusiastic hug. “I knew it! Captain Time promised me that you’d be my new dad.”
“Who’s Captain Time?” Henry asked.
“Captain Timmons,” I corrected. “I’ll explain it to you later.”
***
Later that night, Henry and I lay in my bed, talking quietly. I explained to him about the poesy ring I’d inherited, and how my grandmother had predicted his arrival, Eli’s imaginary friend, who was probably the ghost of an ancestor, and—without going into graphic detail, I told him a little about the visions I’d had of a mystery lover with a pirate flag tattoo.
Henry started to chuckle. “So that’s why you’re so fascinated by the tattoo.”
“Bewitched, more like.” I ran my hands across his chest, and lower, smiling when he shuddered in reaction at my explorations. I reached over to kiss him and he rolled me underneath, pinning my hips with his.
I felt him reach across the bed, and I started
